TURNER, eric ryan

[ERIC RYAN TURNER]

- - - - - - bury all your secrets in my skin - - - - - -
COME AWAY WITH INNOCENCE
- - - - - - and leave me with my sins - - - - - -

turner, eric ryan



skeptical , aggressive , irrational , dishonest , domineering
werewolf , twenty , male , gravedigger , ashling

- - - - - the air around me still feels like a cage - - - - -
AND LOVE IS JUST A CAMOUFLAGE
- - - - - - for what resembles rage again - - - - - -

I’m Eric. Yeah, I don’t really have any kind of nicknames or anything like that. I was born way over next to the coast in California. I don’t know where I had lived exactly as a kid but I just remember the ocean and stuff. My parents were pretty young when the married each other and married a few months after I had been born. My mom was like twenty and my dad was nineteen. I don’t know much about why they both separated from one another though because I was still pretty little. I was five when my mother left me with my father and I do remember missing her really bad. I did for a really long time too because I hated my dad. I always fought with him and when I got only it only got worse. I thought my mom forgot about me for the most part but she would still send me birthday presents and cards for holidays and stuff. I just didn’t get why she never came to see me. Anyways, my dad got remarried when I was eight and his new wife always got jealous of my mom since I didn’t want anyone else but my mom to be my mom. So whenever things came for me she would tell me I got something but never give it to me. I hated that stupid bitch.

My dad always wanted me to be perfect like him. We weren’t rich or anything but he still somehow managed to get me into some weird things. I think it was mostly my stepmom but I’ll never know. I did sports, music, art, and all that but it wasn’t like I really liked it much. I did like the music but not the kind that my stepmom wanted to hear. They had me play piano, it was alright. If I didn’t do it right or refused to do it though I’d get a good beating. No, not like bloody and bruised and thrown out a window. Just a swat on my ass with a belt, brush, cloths hanger, whatever was around. I was too stubborn to do anything they wanted though so I’m sure I got some bruises, huh?

When I was like fifteen that was when all the bad things started happening. I didn’t get any life threatening diseases, nobody died, no accidents, no drugs, or anything like that. I just mean fighting and stuff. I had it pretty good, I admit. I mean, we had a nice house and I went to a nice school. I didn’t get along with any kids at school but it was like besides me being a pain in the ass we were looked at like a good family. But like most stories and movies and shit like that everything is different ‘behind closed doors.’ My dad kind of got into the habit of beating me a little harder than usual and the problem was that I started to do it back. Yeah, not a good idea when your dad is bigger than you… but I’d rather not go into anymore details regarding him. I ran away when I was seventeen. I had found some of my mom’s old letters and went to that address. I had a bit of money so you know, I got rides… Before I got there police found me and took me home though. But my dad was beyond pissed off at me and basically told me to go live with my mom but I’d be coming back soon or some shit like that. He was mad, I was mad, I don’t remember. So I went to my mom’s and she had started a new family a long time ago, I guess. She told me she could figure out how to make do with me there but I didn’t want to. I guess at the time I was too mad to care. I was mad she had another family even though it wasn’t her fault. So I left there too.

I moved to Ashling when I was eighteen with absolutely no experience of really being on my own. I figured it out though. I was used to not asking for help and soon I was renting a little shack of a house and had a dull job of grave digging. Yeah, I’m a gravedigger and I blame my job on my current predicament. Growing up graveyards are fucking scary but I had no idea some nightmare would come true! Okay, so you might not believe this but if you were around to see my… illness, you would believe me! Alright so… I think a werewolf attacked me. Yeah, I don’t know how I got out of that alive but I didn’t get out of it without paying a price. Oh fuck it, who would believe this shit anyways?

- - - - - - so if you love me let me go - - - - - -
AND RUN AWAY BEFORE I KNOW
- - - - - - my heart is just too dark to care - - - - - -

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